The Mask

This mask is made of pain,
peel it off to feel again.
Hide your thoughts and hide your mind,
so no one else will ever find.

Shut up, no one wants to hear,
you splutter out your inner fear.
Just play your part as the happy fart,
and wear your sleeves to cover the marks.

Look into my eyes and see,
my mind is not silent like me.
It screams its anguish out at you,
but you, you're dumb and don't have a clue.

This act i'm getting good at it,
but each forced smile chips away a bit.
Soon this blinding mask will fall,
and my bitterness will kill you all.